“Drinking the Bees,” a Poem by Christian Wiman

As if in moments lay plummets down which a puttering soul might stunningly plunge to a sun-splashed terrace in Marrakesh: tea so thick with mint it conjures kelp in a cylinder of sea but for the bees gauzing the top:

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